"Wayne.B" wrote in message
news : On Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:44:37 -0400, "Wilbur Hubbard"
: wrote:
:
: Loose all the extraneous crap if you are going to enjoy sailing.
:
: You seem to stay pretty close to your internet connection much of the
: time. Where have you gone on some of your recent sails and how did
: you enjoy the voyage ?
:
: My guess is that Skip has covered more water in the last three months
: than you have in three years. Please prove me wrong.
:

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I am a 'pure' sailor. I sail for
sailing's sake. I do not sail on a schedule nor do I sail for the sake of
blathering about it to others. Nor do I wrench my shoulder out of joint
patting myself on my back. If and when it ever gets to the point where I
derive so little joy sailing that I have to spend valuable sailing time
blathering and bragging about it in journal form like certain people do then
I am intelligent enough to know I should give up the pretense of sailing for
pretense is what those who spend as much time bragging about their dubious
exploits than the actual doing of them all the while never learning a thing
about what sailing is really all about.

Let's say your guess is correct. But, I ask you what is three months in the
life of a real cruising sailor who lives aboard and sails and has been doing
so continuously since 1985 with about 11 years out somewhere in the middle
to earn enough to keep sailing when and where he wishes when the fancy
strikes to the end of his days? I further ask you who is the real cruising
sailor - one whose life is sailing or another who takes time out of his life
ashore to go sailing or cruising with every intention of returning to his
lubberly abode which he still owns in reserve?

That's what so few of you here seem to understand. Even if a cruising sailor
decides to not cruise for a year or two in order to pursue other interests
for a time he is still ten times the sailor as some lubber who takes a
sabbatical from his usual lubberly life ashore to go cruising for a couple
months at a time all the while catering not to a thorough enjoyment of pure
sailing or cruising but, instead, becoming totally involved in placing
himself as some sort of celebrity catering to a lubberly audience of
likewise wannabes. And to do this he burdens himself with all manner of
gadgets to keep in touch - an umbilical cord of sorts because he is too
afraid to really cut the cord and be entirely on his own. Skippy is not a
real sailor nor is he a real man until he can cut the cord and sail for
sailing sake forsaking the security blanket of what he thinks is an adoring
audience.

Wilbur Hubbard